The sun is gone and I am obsessed with the night…
Category: Poetry
Free Hand #111 (Where is the Snow?)
Watching the leaves crumble into dust into dirt, waiting for the snow to come, hoping that it doesn’t come, hoping that it never does. Ice freezes and snow blankets a cold chill on everything, killing it with ease and a softness that reminds me of death. Thank you for reading my work! I hope…
Free Hand #110 (Hiding the Sun)
The golden sun that rests its body on the mountain crest, a land, a place to be lived, to die on. How often do the clouds cover and hide the illuminating sun. Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future!
Free Hand #109 (Words on words)
words that rumble and bumble out of mouths that twist into a center a face a spectacle of horror. Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina
Free Hand #108 (What The Eyes See)
the hell inside the heart pressed up against the glass for all eyes to see only darkness Thank you for reading my writing! I hope you will return in the future! -Alina